[set the day that Iruko requests help from Yuugao]

( It'd been years since she'd taken the exams... )

Jounin exam is coming up, people.

Iruko stared at the notice, her emotions twisting and turning in her gut. She should have remembered, should have realized.

It was that time of the year again - and some of her old students were probably beyond ready to take the exam, she thought with a sinking heart. Like Naruko. Or Sachiko, or Hoshino, Kiba…

I know ( Read more... )

Blood didn’t bother her. Violence was acceptable. Death was part of living. The things that crawled out from under rocks (and gave most girls the heebie-jeebies) were her friends. Then there was this horrible thing called “being social.” It terrified her.

( So it was reasonable to assume that yes, the faint tremor in Hoshino’s hand was real as she reached out to knock on the door of one Umino Iruko. )

The moment Iruko took a step into Ichiraku and the familiar and comforting smell of ramen invaded her senses, she breathed a sigh of something that was not quite content and almost like relief. Ichiraku had always been a place that she felt at home in, ever since the first time her father had brought her here, holding her hand and grinning ( Read more... )

Team 7 was used to waiting hours on end for their sensei to show up for training or missions. That's why when Iruka showed up exactly after the half hour she'd given them to prepare, they stared a little. Iruka wondered why everyone seemed so miffed until remembering: this was Kakami-sensei's team ( Read more... )

After strong-arming Kakami into some social interaction - if you could call looking for details on previous missions as social interaction - the two jounin ended up at the lounge after a trip full of traded insults and discarded cigarette butts. It was nice to be back in Konoha, Asuka felt, if only because there were people here she could harass ( Read more... )

Nyuuu~, cut for bandwidth.

( Naruko and Sakurai )